"You never really know a person until you consider things from his point of view...
Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it..."-Atticus Finch

















Sunday, 24 October 2010

You were there for summer dreamin'

So lonely...
So tired.
So cold
So sick of waiting
So sick of him
& of her
& of them.
It makes me sick...


I'm surrounded by people who love me, but its like none of that matters, they have something i don't...and I'll never be able to get it however many friends I surround myself with.

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